Vervain had never been given reason to visit the Infirmary before LongNight. Strange, then, that now she couldn't seem to get herself out of it. When the sun had returned and the Rathskeller had cleared out, she had walked its cold and empty halls, frowning as she gazed over notes written in a dead woman's hand (well, not quite but still) and the nurses seemingly without direction. Worse, though, was the state of the place.
Dry blood, used bandages, rumpled and dirty sheets and utensils everywhere - the place had seen a lot during LongNight, and none of it good. It would need a fair bit of elbow grease to put it back the way it was, and that wouldn't even start to put back in place what the infirmary had lost. Letting out a low whistle, Vai decided to plunge right in and started to gather the sheets off the beds.
Dry blood, used bandages, rumpled and dirty sheets and utensils everywhere - the place had seen a lot during LongNight, and none of it good. It would need a fair bit of elbow grease to put it back the way it was, and that wouldn't even start to put back in place what the infirmary had lost. Letting out a low whistle, Vai decided to plunge right in and started to gather the sheets off the beds.
